Crimson Sky

I sit under a crimson sky,
Garnet stars sparkle and shine;
A flock of birds begin to fly
Paradise, nature's design;
Moonlight begins to peak out
turning red to burgundy;
as the light fades, dreams shout
there is an air of certainty;
Everything is clear
glowing glistening embers;
The inspiration you hear
A sky you will always remember.